cried the sherif
and everyone laughed in tears
cried the deputy
but no one seemed to care
old deputy sat and cried again
and cried agian
and once agian
old deputy sat and cried
no more a strong bulky cry but a hurt tender sob
bang bang-no noise
bang bang-one shriek
bang bang- an uproar
deputy lay in a pool of blood
thick hot crimson blood
who shot the deputy.
the sheriff had a hint of sorrow in his eyes
and the people of the town knew not what to do
to cry and maybe unpleased the sheriff
or to not cry and have no empathy for the dead man
the sheriff stormed off
and in no time the crowds were weeping
the sheriff grunted looking back
"my town is stronger than WEEPING."
"WEEPING for some old chap who didn't know his left from right"
"weep for me"
"not for low class deputies"
then the sheriff sat and weeped
he weeped all day
he weeped all night
"oh dear sheriff why do you weep?"
"because I shot the deputy instead of the sheriff'